I think I need to read everything by Taylor Jenkins Reid. So far, she's never done me wrong by wasting my reading time.
At the onset, I got hit with surfer dread. I don't dread surfers, but I didn't realize until I started Malibu Rising that I also don't give a flip about catching some waves and waxing boards or whatever the hell you do while bopping to the Beach Boys and flipping your bushy blond hairdo. (Note: No Beach Boy was harmed in the pages of this book, and in fact the band was only passingly mentioned once.)
You'd think the cover would've tipped me off, but I didn't look closely at it. It depicts four, count 'em, FOUR, tiny dots of surfers floating on boards in the vastness of the ocean. My bad.
The alarm bells that went off after some initial talk of surfing quickly faded. Yes, it's mentioned a bit throughout, but it never gets into heavy duty technical details, nor does it overpower the story. There's so much more here.
Above all else, it was a story of family and love, overcoming hardships, and dealing with loss. Mostly it was a beautiful look at siblings who have the kind of relationships I think we'd all like in our lives.
I don't know how realistic that closeness felt to me, coming from a family that's nothing like that, but I think (and hope) it really does exist for some. It was lovely to read about either way.
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